Back to Life, Back to Reality.

(I don't know Why that song popped into my head) Christmas vacation in OVER. We drove down to Texas to see all sorts of extended Family. Woo Hoo was it fun! We had a lot going against us this trip. Out of nowhere a pipe had burst in our basement, which pushed us back about three hours from leaving (not a happy Brandon, at least it happened before we left town, and not after. This way we could stop the water from ruining Everything in the basement.). We were experiencing freezing rain that evening we were supposed to leave Missouri, we were advised by many to stay here til morning. Luckily Danielle went into labor that night and I was here to witness the birth of my newest niece Kinzley Evelyn Gorham. What a cutie. On the way down to Texas there was alot of construction, no wrecks though (thank goodness). We made it with a few minutes to spare so I could get Ryann dressed up for a Christmas Service that her dad picked her up for (whew). Then the Brandon, Seiler, and I took showers and got ready to do some last minute shopping. This was fun. Brandon and I forgot it was Christmas Eve, and Every store would close early. We couldn't get in ANYWHERE. Freaking out always helps in situations like these. Thankfully Tom Thumb was open and we picked up a few GC's. Crisis averted. Spending lots and lots and lots and lots of time with family, we saw Four Christmases (hilarious), attended the Temple, ate at all the awesome restaurants in site,crocheted a whole baby blanket, and spent more time with family. We went to pick up Ryann, that was fun. She had some interesting news to share- Nothing I want to discuss. Some how we came home with more stuff than we took down, that never happens. Brandon and his mother cleverly loaded the car to its maximum capacity, we all hopped into the car, and someone said "Oh no, everyone out. . . . " Not what I wanted to hear. The rims on Brandon's left rear tire were showing through the tire. Two hours later, we were on our way Home. Hallelujah! 7 Hours, one food stop and 4 bathroom emergencies later, we made it to our house that the smell of moldy garbage knocked you over as you walked in. . . . . . . . . . . No Place Like Home. So we went over to my mom's house to play with the baby. Good times. Good Times.